I was just missing
you when I came to the pc and there you were! How are you doing? What
are you doing? I feel like you're leaving part of you out someplace. I
miss you.

May 14, my son graduates TNCC
with a 3.97 grade and Phi Theta Kappa. and some other stuff I'm too
stupid to pronounce, much less spell. I am very proud of him. He texted
me with the question, "Mom, they gave me these 'ropes' to wear and
nobody at the college knows what they are, do you?"

I told him I drove by the college once, on the way to work, but
neglected to ascertain that bit of information, but if he wanted to know
about nuclear fission I was his girl!

What a card. But to his credit he did tell me I had answered every
question he had ever asked me - this was a first. Wow, maybe I need one
of those Kappa thingies for MY coffee!

Love you,
Linda May ' 66

WOWZERONI!
What fabulous news! Give your son
our love and tell him congratulations from all of us!

As for me, I'm here (sorta);
I just don't seem to be getting really, really, most sincerely well.
As a result I
cannot think straight, so more often than not, I'm lying in bed - either
sleeping or watching old movies while crocheting or cross-stitching. In
a few days I'll take pictures of old the goodies I've made recently.....

Thanks so
much, Linda May, love you, too - and
Happy Mother's Day!

"My
mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother.
I attribute all my success
in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her."

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry
Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay, honey, Mommy's here."

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies
who can't be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their
hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purses.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween
costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And
the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on
their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their
cars.

And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say,
"Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and meant it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store
and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice
cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year.
And then read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their
shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted
for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their
daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little
voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring
are at home -- or even away at college or have their own families.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach
aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to
get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick
them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the
words to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their
14-year-olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shootings.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of
their TVs in horror, hugging their children who just came home from
school safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,
and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt,
all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart?

Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.
to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to
hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?

Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you
hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all. For all of us...

Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them
every day that we love them. And pray and never stop being a mom.

Please pass along to all the moms in your life.

"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."

Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know. (I just did!)

Thank you, Joan - and Happy Mother's Day!

"A mother
is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us;
when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with
us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will
she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate
the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts."

Covert Matters Digest

A New Look at English ‘Intruders’

Mr. Jefferson:
Master of Monticello

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An era has
arrived in a major assault on the history of the continental United
States. Seems like the progressives’ time is bound and determined to
disparage, decry and devoid the colonials.

The latest
refers to Jamestown. That’s still in Virginia.

Apparently some
recent assessors have discovered that the colonists there did not
exhibit any moral tendencies. They were heathens of the first chop.

When food ran
short back in 1609, they apparently became cannibals — Caucasian diners
that is. To survive. No evidence abounds they partook of the Indians,
whom they described as Indians, not in the modern words Native
Americans. [The Bureau of Indian Affairs had not been created at that
point.]

The Story of Virginia, to which I was taught in my grammar school, never
mentioned such unruly conduct. Those settlers, as I learned in my
classrooms just a few miles south, always showed us sweet boys and girls
how kindly the mostly Christian intruders from England treated the
Redmen and women.

Some of the names I recall these days are Captain John Smith,
Pocahontas, Powhatan and John Rolfe.

These creative and godly forerunners, as many have been taught through
their formative years and on to the hallowed halls of the College of
William and Mary, led to the establishment of the USA.

It should be noted here that the esteemed college is the second oldest
institution of higher learning in what is now the 50 states. Harvard
ranks first and probably leads the way in some historical rewriting.

Starving time in Jamestown occurred during the winter of 1609 to 1610,
according to Colonial Williamsburg which is working on the project with
the Smithsonian and Preservation Virginia.

A recent wag wondered if the Jamestown tourist center will have to
update its cookbook. Now, that’s crass but it’s true.

My education must improve.

A review of Author Jon Meacham’s recent biography, Thomas Jefferson: The
Art of Power, attempted to tear down achievements of the William and
Mary graduate and founder of the University of Virginia. The headline
was “Monster of Monticello.”

Meacham’s fine work doesn’t judge Jefferson by the standards of the
present age.

The third president may have been a slave owner but he was a grand
president, an outstanding diplomat and a distinctive writer of his own
Bible and other memorable documents.

It was great foresight that he introduced the tomato to the US. Imagine
no catsup/ketchup, tomato sandwiches on homemade yeast rolls, tomato
soup, Thomas Jefferson schools, high and low, and the two dollar bill.

Mr. Jefferson was considered a Deist but knew the Lord’s Prayer.

Some of his contemporaries were religious and believed in “fervent
prayer”. Among them is Mount Vernon’s George Washington, known for his
financial derring-do. He was a founder, vestryman and regular worshiper
at Christ Church, Alexandria, Va.

It will be surprising to discover in these days of rewriting, that
Jamestown’s church was really a garage built by the Indians, that
Williamsburg is a myth, that basketball was invented by Mr. Naismith in
Jamestown and not in Massachusetts, that documents have been found
returning West Virginia to Virginia and that Marylander Francis Scott
Key wrote his famous song in Indiana.

And that Thanksgiving never happened because the colonists, even those
in Plymouth, weren’t thankful for anything and never learned to hunt or
fish and were navel gazers.

Kyrie Irving (basketball rookie of the year from Cleveland that
played at Duke University last year): they dress him up in movie makeup
and make him look like an 80-year-old man and he goes to the street
basketball courts in New York and gets in a pick up basketball game with
all these young guys, at the beginning playing terribly and then starts
playing for real and it's great.

Anyone heard of this? Use any
flavor of Ice Cream.. just make sure it's not non-fat or low-fat.

Ice Cream Bread

2 cups Ice Cream
1-½ cup Self-Rising Flour

Stir together ice cream and flour, stirring just until flour is
moistened. Spoon batter into a greased and floured 8×4 inch loaf pan.
Bake at 350 degrees for 40 to 45 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted
in the center of the bread comes out clean. Remove from the pan, and
cool on a wire rack.

http://www.momsloveofcrochet.com/MothersDayRunner.html -
Mother's Day Crochet Runner - "Nothing says
love like a homemade gift, so consider using a free crochet pattern. For
Mother's Day, work up a lacy crochet table runner just for your mom. Hearts
and flowers adorn this runner that's just for her."

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it
deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the
olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at
the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can
sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn
mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a
wlohe. Pettry amzanig huh?

DATES TO REMEMBER:

1. Thursday,
June 6, 2013 - The NNHS Class of 1955 holds Lunch Bunch
gatherings on the first Thursday of every month at Steve &
John's Steak House on Jefferson Avenue just above Denbigh
Boulevard in Newport News at 11:00 AM. The luncheon is not
limited to just the Class of '55; if you have friends in
that year, go visit with them.

2. Wednesday, June 12, 2013 - The NNHS Class of June 1942 meets
at noon on the second Wednesday of every other month for a
Dutch treat lunch at the James River Country Club, 1500
Country Club Road. PLEASE JOIN THEM. Give or take a few
years makes no difference. Good conversation, food and
atmosphere. For details, call Jennings Bryan at 803-7701 for
reservations.

M Is for the
many things she gave me,
O Means only that she's growing old.
T Is for the tears she shed to save me,
H Is for her heart of purest gold.
E Is for her eyes with lovelight shinning,
R Means right and right she'll always be.

Put them all together, They spell MOTHER.
A word that means the world to me.